Thursday, September 24, 2009

I'm Between Novels

I'm between novels of any kind -- novels-in-verse/novels out of verse -- so I'm reading a lot of poetry and writing a poem a day. Usually a bad one. I'm like Mary L. in that I give myself assignments when it comes to producing stuff. A poem a day isn't that draconian a task. A good poem? Well, that's a whole other thing. Here's the opening stanza to yesterday's poem:

Death wanders into the Guess! store, leaving his scythe outside
for the homeless man and his dog to guard.

That's pretty promising, but the rest of the poem is awful. I started at eight a.m. or so yesterday, and wrote at the poem off and on until two p.m. when the races came on. I did some errands for my wife (who works like a normal person), talked on the phone, e-mailed my agent. And all the time this poem kept bouncing around in my head. I wrote and threw away six or seven drafts; I felt like a cook who'd made a terrific salad but couldn't get the entree and dessert right.

Oh, well -- better a salad than no dinner at all. It's hot here, anyway. 103 in Pasadena yesterday. Time to put on my hat and take out the garbage.

RK

2 comments:

  1. That is one hell of a beginning, though.

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  2. The urge to write a poem a day came from listening to RK and then planning to teach a day long workshop to high school students. The lesson is called "From Prose To Poetry." Write the story, then write the poem.

    Thanks Ron.

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